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Post by Domar on Jul 5, 2007 14:57:53 GMT -5
Rolloth had been behind the bar getting himself a drink when a man in black armor came into the inn. Rolloth tried his best not to just shoo the man out, for he had never had good experiences with black armor, as he came right towards him. Rolloth must have been glaring, because that man gave him a, 'What's your problem?' stare.
"I need a room."
Rolloth took a breath, regained his cheerful composure and said, "Well sir we have a fine selection of rooms ranging from the royal suites to the average cot. You can buy meals with the room and eat them when you want or you can buy the food when your hungry. Drinks work the same way. So, what type of room do you want, for how many days, and do you want to pre-order you meals and drinks?"
((OOC: I took the initiative on this one Moridanu. Sorry, but I want to get back into the Inn's plots, but if I went too far tell me.))
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Post by Arianwen Chandell on Jul 7, 2007 18:41:03 GMT -5
*Glancing nervously over her shoulder as she peered into the surrounding darkness of the forest she had just stepped out of, Arianwen quickly made her way to the back door of the Dancing Devil Inn. Gwydion was resting as best he could back in the small hunters shack she had taken him to, and she had decided to come back to the Inn to see if she could salvage some food for him.
Pulling the heavy door open, she fought against the strong wind that seemed to have blown up from nowhere, as she finally managed to open the door enough for her slip inside. Slamming the door shut behind her, she ran her fingers through her long tangled blonde mane as she walked quickly towards the bar. Her clear but curious gaze, glanced quickly around the crowded tavern as she prayed that the soldiers who had been hunting Gwydion earlier had now moved on. Seeing none of the men that had frightened her so badly earlier, Arianwen let out a long shaky breath as she moved behind the bar, picking up a few bottles of whisky and two glasses. She was searching for a sack to carry the drinks and food she was about to steal from the kitchen, when the front door of the tavern opened and a large gust of wind blew a new patron inside. He was dressed in dark armour, and Arianwen felt her heart skip a beat as she worried that it might be one of the soldiers from earlier, but as Rolloth went to serve the man, she realised he was only seeking a room. Shrugging her shoulders, as she located the desired sack, Arianwen dropped the bottles and glasses gently into the sack before she carried it into the kitchen. No one was around, and Arianwen took her time selecting some breads, meats and two large pots of hot soup, complete with lids. It took some manoeuvring to get everything safely within the sack, but finally she was ready to leave.
The wind blew open the front door again as a group of mining trolls entered in a noisy and boisterous fashion, and Arianwen shivered as she remembered how cold the small shack had been, and how it would be even more cold with this blistering wind. Deciding she should take some blankets with her, she thought of the thin but warm blanket that sat at the foot of her bed. Setting the sack gently down by the back door, Arianwen skipped up the back staircase and made her way towards her room. As she approached her door, Arianwen was surprised to see the door closed, knowing full well she had left her door open when she had left. Her room was sparse, comprising of nothing but a bed and a dresser and until now she had never thought of locking the door after her departure. Trying the doorknob now, she found that it turned easily, though she could not open the door fully as the door had been latched from the inside. Someone was inside her room and had locked her out. Frowning in confusion, Arianwen began to pound on the door with small closed fists.*
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Post by Domar on Jul 11, 2007 11:19:25 GMT -5
Rolloth was stunned by the blunt rudeness of the man. He had left without him room key or number. He demanded privace like he was the king of all and he even forgot to pay. *I knew he was no good,* Rolloth thought to himself. Rolloth slammed down his glass on the counter and put the wine bottle back. Rolloth then quickly grabbed a room key for a normal cot and stormed up the steps after the man. What he saw when he got up there made his blood boil even more. The man had taken over Arianwen's room and was threatening her with his sword. Rolloth didn't remember seeing Arianwen, but he was a little preoccuppied with his thoughts of this man.
"I thought I made it clear to your keeper that no one was to disturb my room..."
"Well, that isn't YOUR ROOM!" Rolloth roared while advancing on the man. "This is not some run-down, sleazy inn. This is a respectable establishment! If you don't know how long your staying then you need to pay for your room each day before lockup and you will get the room that we assign you to. Now if you don't mind, get the hell out of her room!" Rolloth then waited for the man to remove himself and his stuff from Arianwen's room. After he did Rolloth tossed him the key he held and said, "You get room number 27, a normal cot. Pay for today before lockup at midnight and Don't cause anymore problems. I will not tolerate any bullshit you try to pull."
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Post by keiraliona on Jul 26, 2007 11:35:46 GMT -5
Seyona had heard of Alexander. She heard he was a great warrior of light. She was tracking him now. Watching his movements. She walked into the Inn after him, staying inconspicuous. "I would like a room please. Just a regular cot. i will order my food when i need it." She told the keeper after he reamerged from upstairs. She had come after him without his knowing. She needed to learn to fight. Not just to fight, but to fight the Dark. She wanted to kill the evil that had spawned what is inside her. She just had to get Alexander on his own. She needed to learn. She had no idea what she would offer him. Maybe servitude. Maybe protection. He look paranoid. She would do whatever it took. She only hoped he would not shun her like all the others. Maybe a werewolf was not welcome with him. He was her last hope. He had to help her. No one else could. Or would.
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Post by Arianwen Chandell on Aug 12, 2007 21:21:40 GMT -5
*Arianwen jumped in fright as Domar’s booming voice shouted at the man from behind her. Cringing against the sudden onslaught of sound upon her delicate ears, Arianwen stood in the doorway watching the man as he gathered his things and took his leave. Arching a brow in curiosity as the man threw a gold coin onto her bed, Arianwen stepped aside slightly, allowing the man to pass through the doorway and down the hall.
Offering Domar a casual curious shrug, Arianwen quickly walked into her room and looked around. After ensuring that nothing was out of place, she picked up the blanket from the foot of her bed and pocketed the gold coin before she left her room, this time locking the door behind her.
Walking quickly and quietly past the closed door of room 27, Arianwen skipped back down the stairs and picked up her large sack. Wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, she then hoisted the sack up and over her right shoulder as she pushed open the rear door of the Inn and disappeared outside. Soon she was back inside the shack, happy to see the wounded Gwydion was still sleeping. Covering him with the warm blanket, she began to rummage through her sack and then started to prepare a warm meal for him for when he should awake. The cold wind howled outside the shack, but Arianwen quickly filled the small shack with a warm, tantalising aroma as she heated the soup over the roaring flames of the fire. *
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